#ted

I know you’ve forgotten me, but I’ll remember you as long as I live. ↗

— Julio-Alexi Genao

#love

It may be that same-sex couples will save the institution of marriage. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#gay-marriage #marriage #marriage

It has been frequently remarked, that it seems to have been reserved to the people of this country to decide, by their conduct and example, the important question, whether societies of men are really capable or not, of establishing good government from reflection and choice, or whether they are forever destined to depend, for their political constitutions, on accident and force. ↗

— Alexander Hamilton

#chance #government #society #united-states #violence

To sin by silence, when we should protest, makes cowards out of men. ↗

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#misattributed #men

I'm Jim Phillips, I have multiple personalities. I'm also a skindiver, a puppeteer, and I was the tenth president of the United States. ↗

— Ryan Stiles

#i #jim #multiple #personalities #phillips

When we first started, we were a band from Athens and that was so off the map. ↗

— Michael Stipe

#band #first #map #off #started

Secrecy is an idea which presumes men can't read minds to each other. ↗

— Toba Beta

#planted #secrecy #men

You take the individual we are talking about and then you subject him to stress. Stress happens to come randomly, but its effect on the personality is not random; it's specific. That results in a certain amount of chaos, confusion, and frustration. That person begins to seek out a target for his frustrations. The continued nature of this stress this person was under -- the nature of the flaw or weakness in his personality, together with other elements in the environment that offer him a logical target for his frustrations or escapes from reality -- yields the situation we're discussing. There is no trigger, it is truly more sophisticated than that. ↗

— Ted Bundy

#stress #ted-bundy #nature

This was the lesson we kept learning over and over and over, the lesson our mother was best capable of teaching us. Love—whatever else it might or might not be—was fleeting. Love stormed into your life and occupied it, it took over every corner of your soul, made itself comfortable, made itself wanted, then treasured, then necessary, love did all of this and then it did next the only thing it had left to do, it retreated, it vanished, it left no trace of itself. Love was horrifying. ↗

— Christie Hodgen

#love #sad #true #life

What counts is not the years in your life but the life in your years. ↗

— Adlai E. Stevenson II

#life